Sparkly sunlight yellowed the dewy grassand the dewy grass reflected the diamond solarance. Whimsy grabbed me-it made me talk about things like the leaves that are jealous of the grass, so they leapand tumble down to play. My mouth expands with the warmth and honeyed creaminess of tea.My throat slurps the leafy wetness and I gasp in delight. While my mouth isopenautumnal zephyr cashmeres into tastyence on my tongue.Yums abound in mouthy places. The hair on my head is not my own hair anymore;it has declared hairesy and flits about. Meanwhile, my erstwhile feet-things are no longerconnected to my gloopy brainything.They dance dopaminey,my shoes clikety-clacking beneath them.The dancy, slippery joy of F A L L